Текст песни Preface to the Dead Sea - Novaya Zemlya

The cries of birds in the sky of a dirty world
The quiet whisper of children will never forgive anyone
Burning on the bed of gray days of reality, thoughts on the earth
Pieces of decaying flesh of autumn leaves
In the crematorium of reality, the gray ashes of a past life
Scattered along the shore of the dead quagmires of time

Swapping words, exchanging anger for mercy
In worlds parallel to the distant were lost and were
Changing places of life, memory distortion
Now, when you draw blood, you turn moments into eternity

Police our ways, they police our struggle
They police the movement of these tainted hands that tear us apart

Air the air is freezing
When we run with bare feet
When we have nowhere to hide
There will be nothing at all

This is your place in the world of silence
Locked in your past dreams, you will not hear my voice.